Monday, October 12, 2009

I ran 2 days ago, and am finally getting around to posting about it. The run wasn't long enough in time or distance to be considered a week 8 run so I don't feel it appropriate to put it in that category, but I'm still going to blog about it just so you know I'm not sitting on the couch watching tv and eating cheetos.

Picture it: Saturday morning, North Reading, MA. I put my 5K mix and the whole New Kids on the Block "The Block" CD on my ipod shuffle. I really don't like the 2 mile out-and-back route that I do (perhaps you've heard me complain about it...) so I decided to do the old standby 1.6 mile loop. I ran the whole thing without stopping, and I finished in just under 21 minutes. It felt good to know I haven't regressed in my training to pre-W5D3 ability. It also felt good to realize that I just ran a 13:07 pace. That's about a minute off of my pace from my last run. Pretty good for slacking off for 3 weeks, eh?

I really need to finish the last 2 weeks of this C25K program. The annoying thing is that one of my co-workers wants to start the C25K program and because I'm not good at saying no to things I don't want to do, I somehow agreed to run with her 3 days per week. What? I don't have time to do my own workouts 3 days per week, and now I'm going to start over at week 1? Plus, she wants to run after work which is miserable, and she's rearranging her schedule to do it, so now I really feel obligated to do it with her. I had a dream last night that she had a doctor's appointment and told me that she'd be unable to run with me. Of all the dreams that I could wish would come true, I'm actually hoping it's this one.

2 comments:

I run with my friend at 5:50 every morning. She calls me at 5:30 to tell me to meet her at 5:50. I pray every night before I go to bed that she doesn't want to go the next day. It rarely works, but I keep hoping! Keep it up!

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I am an overweight and out-of-shape woman who is trying to rediscover my passion for running. After completing a dozen road races of varying distances, including two full 26.2 mile marathons more than 6 years ago, it's time to lace up those sneaks again and find my inner Uta Pippig. And now I'll sing you out with my mantra, and oldie but a goodie: "Don't be fooled by the thighs that I got, I'm still Effie from the block."